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Now my gal don't like them red red rosesShe don't like perfumeNow my gal ain't got no fancy notionsShe just likes to make love all nightAnd sleep all afternoonNow my gal don't drive no Cadillac carShe's got no place to goShe's just undecidedFake it trough the day:The night time is the right time you know:She can't sing and she can't danceShe can't walk too wellShe can't cook and she can't sewBut boy she can sure raise hellMy my my, She sure gets high